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Hybnridisation Project

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

20th September, 2016,

All Rights Reserved.

Debate was civil, but hot and both sides made eloquent points about what to do with the Kangaroo who had murdered a staff member – it was put to a vote, equally split when it was tallied, but Dr. Krushev had remained quiet and abstained, until the final count, then she rose, walked to the head of the table and without a word, touched a sensor on the edge of the desk and ultra-high-resolution video shimmered into creation on the wall.

Turning her back, Dr. Krushev stared at the staff, whose eyes widened as they watched secretly captured video of what the young kangaroo had endured for months – when at last they couldn't take anymore, the CEO shuddered and slapped his hand on the sensor and the horrific and traumatising video shimmered and vanished, the wall returning to its normal opacity.

"Discussion terminated..." Spoke the CEO, as he shuddered and turned his chair around, and looked at the scientists, all who stared back with looks of displeasure at best, or outright nausea. "Subject was – provoked and as such, not including it is, to our knowledge, a child in mentality..."

"It should be terminated, immediately!" Spoke up a young woman, as she slammed her hand on the table. "Once an animal kills and tastes blood - "

"ENOUGH!" Roared the CEO, as he stood, pushing himself up with his palms on the table. "You all saw the video, there is no doubt, the creature acted out of fear and pain – I'd deny any of you, if you were in that position – to not do likewise! However – Subject is to undergo intensive psycho-therapy, its mind will be erased if possible, memories will be suppressed, if this is not possible – this debate is closed, subject shall live, as it still harbours secrets we do not understand, and as such – not to mention the time invested in the project – Dr. Krushev, I place the subject under your care, you are responsible for its actions Doctor – do not fail my faith placed in you – furthermore, no reference of this incident shall be logged, mentioned or discussed! This matter is closed!"

An acknowledging beep from the computer as it deleted the record was heard, as the meeting broke up, some displeased, and Dr. Krushev both fearful and thankful in equal measure.

*

Crying, the Kangaroo was tranquillised and carried on a gurney down to where the psycho-therapy was conducted, and as a safeguard, Dr. Krushev implanted a subconscious order deep in its mind, that she could control him and force him to submit, if given a specific order in her native Russian tongue...

*

During the intensive psycho-therapy, a new project was commenced, where a brilliant scientists memories were implanted into the young Kangaroo's mind, giving him a lifetime of knowledge, experience and training – which would aid Dr. Krushev in her experiments – if the mind-patch held...which it did -

*

Nate retched and coughed, before he waved a paw at Dr. Krushev, then clutched a stainless dish between his paws and was violently ill, purging his stomach of his breakfast and gagging helplessly. Laying a hand on his shoulder, Dr. Krushev closed her eyes and inwardly sighed, knowing what had triggered this in him – as memories from that incident long ago rippled through her mind. She handed him a bowl of cool water, and he flicked his ears back apologetically, before he washed his muzzle out, then she gave him another and he drank it, lapping at the water like a feral would, before he set it aside and shuddered.

"Dr Redtail - " Dr. Krushev began, as she placed a hand on his trembling shoulder.

"I'm...alright - " He gasped and lapped at some more water, before he swallowed and trembled. "I know the scientific term for why I – react – that way...its psycho-somatic, my mind turns on me, controls my urge to regurgitate and - "

Dr. Krushev nodded, before she set the dishes aside, then helped him to his slender feet and led him out of the laboratory, taking him down the hallway and to his office, where she lay him down on the narrow cot in the bed room, turning the lights way down to a dim glow. She felt the cold sweat that soaked his body, and she sat him up and pulled his lab coat off, her fingers brushing against the soft fur. He quivered, but lay back on his back, head resting on a pillow as he sighed and lay still.

Dr. Krushev, under the impression she was giving him a sponge bath to cool his sweating body, knelt beside the bed and began using a towel to wipe down his body, when she was secretly studying him, feeling the luxurious soft pelt, placing a hand over his chest and feeling his heart racing, the short, sharp breaths as he inhaled and exhaled, then she walked over to the sink and rinsed out a hand towel, rolling it up and placing it over his eyes like a cold compress.

"I can't just lay around and - " He began, reaching up to pull the wet towel away, but Dr. Krushev gripped his wrist and held it, until he shuddered and submit, laying it back down again.

"Our experiments are ongoing, now, lay here and relax, you've suffered a great deal of stress, and I apologise for that – I'd forgotten how – well, how that affected you. Now, let me get this sent off, they'll get back to us soon and we'll know if you need to visit the Veterinarian here. I hope you're not getting ill, but I suspect its just that you've been under such immense stress lately, with the deadlines and setbacks, now, just lie still..."

With a sigh, he relaxed and stretched out, then he gasped as she slipped her fingers into his tight boxer shorts, then as she began to slide them down his furred hips, he gasped and laid his paw on her hands, then moaned in displeasure and fright.

"Hey what do you..." He began, pulling the towel off his eyes and muzzle bridge, before she looked into his eyes and whispered a single word in Russian, her fingers touching his neck. "I..."

He went limp, his hypnotic compulsion overriding his emotions and shutting him into a submissive, receptive state.

*

"Computer!" Snapped Dr. Krushev, then heard the acknowledging beep. "Erase last five minutes of security footage, authorisation Zeta-Liner-Five-Alpha-Alpha, acknowledge!"

Another beep followed.

"Additional – open private encrypted file, Dr. Krushev, Alpha-Zero-Liner-Tango-One"

Another beep followed, then the feminine voice spoke from hidden speakers. "Acknowledged, file open."

Dr. Krushev looked down, then smiled as she placed two fingers against Nate's throat, feeling the slow, relaxed heart-rate, counting the beats and nodding.

"Excellent, subject hypnotic state is holding, Subject is Anthropomorphic Red Kangaroo, approximately five feet nine inches from ears to tail tip. Age, six years in standard, estimated to be about seventeen in marsupial years. Subject displays traits of both human and kangaroo..."

Dr. Krushev smiled, as she stroked his soft fur, then lifted his paws and twisted them over, feeling the wrist bones rotate, before she trailed a fingertip over the leathery pads, then put them down again.

"Subject is remarkable scientific achievement – however – experimentation of subjects failed, Project Icarus was abandoned as specimen is only living example of said project. As subject was – Computer, erase last!"

A beep acknowledged the erasure.

"Subject is assumed to be infertile, due to hybridisation blending of human and kangaroo DNA. Analysis to verify has been unable to be collected due to situations preventing such. Blood-work has been submitted to laboratory for cellular analysis. Results pending!"

Trailing her fingers down his chest, then across the firm, muscular belly, Dr Krushev smiled and slid them further, then gently caressed the warm furred scrotum, feeling the testicles hidden within and snorting in surprise as Nate grunted, an almost feral like bark, but one that certainly didn't sound unhappy. Curious, she feathered her fingers across his cloaca and leaned close, then whispered into his ear.

"Nate, my dear, sweet pet – present for me please - " Dr. Krushev whispered.

His muzzle twitched and eyes flickered beneath his closed lids, as she could almost see into his mind, the compulsion to obey fighting with his natural shyness and fear.

"Nate, you will comply, now..." Dr. Krushev growled quietly, the steel in her voice shattering Nate's will and she gasped as he relaxed and his long, slender length pressed against her fingers.

Its tip with bifurcated, exactly like that of a feral kangaroo, with a slender tip that formed a cone like shape, the first two inches being about the width of her little finger, thickening towards the base of the cloaca into about four inches at the base, overall length about seven and a half inches.

Dr. Krushev blinked, then as she stroked him, he swiftly swelled to full arousal, and she wrapped her fingers around it near the base, watching as it curved into a slight S shape, and its amazing warmth spread through her fingers, not to mention hos smooth it was. As she squeezed and caressed, Nate grunted and trembled, which only aroused the scientist in her further, as she knew the computer was logging and recording this.

"Subject is at full arousal, sexually, penile structure is smooth to the touch, quite – long – longer than expected, but shouldn't be a surprise, due to the hybrid nature of the subject. Additional – subject's penis is feral in appearance, with a bifurcated tip, presumably a genetic throwback to its feral roots." Dr. Krushev noted for her logs.

Nate grunted and trembled, the pleasure her gentle touch brought was arousing, but he remained deeply in the induced trance, his mind submissive and reactive to Dr. Krushev orders.

"Curious, would further stimulation result in orgasmic release from subject – or has my hypnotic compulsion suppressed the instinct? Further study required, for scientific research, as semen sample should be collected and evaluated as to wether subject is, as surmised, infertile due to its hybrid nature."

Gently, Dr. Krushev continued to caress and stroke, feeling the Kangaroo's penis quivering, before she released it and watched as it stood stiffly erect, the tip quivering slightly.

"Computer, end encrypted log entry, start new file, Subject Alpha-Liner-Two-Two-Five – sexual excitation of subject with human female."

With a beep, the computer acknowledged, as Dr. Krushev rose, then unfastened her lab coat, then the bra followed and she stepped out of her plain, pale panties and looked down, as naked as the day she was born, before smiling to herself and straddling Nate's hips, feeling his quivering length rubbing against her pubic mound.

"Let's find out, dear, sweet Kangaroo...just how you breed..."

To Be Continued...